Page 67 of Knot Her Cowboys
I shrugged. “My first time with Cooper was in a truck, same for Cash. And Levi fucked me in a barn. My standards for locations are not very high. I care about the people, not the place.”
“What ifIcare about the location?”
“Then we wait. Not a big deal.” I liked watching the battle in his eyes. Maybe his mind preferred to take me on a fluffy bed, but his body looked pretty into the idea of some roadside play. “No pressure.”
“Are you asking because I’m part of the pack or because you want me specifically?”
“Both?”
“I want to bechosen, not just accepted. And I absolutely don’t want you to feel any pressure about offering because you’ve been with the others. That’s not the way I want to start things off with you.”
“Okay, well, I’m choosing you because I like you. You’re basically a whole-ass angel of a man, and hot as sin, if I’m being honest. I’m sure my thinking you’re amazing didn’t come across very well when I’ve spent more time freaking out in your presence than anything else, but I want it made very clear I don’t cry on people unless I feel safe with them.”
“Well, I’m honored to have created a safe space for you to panic,” he said with a gentle laugh. His sweetgrass and sandalwood scent filled the truck cab, making my nerves all tingly. “As long as you’re sure this is what you want.”
I flipped up the armrest between us, exposing the full bench seat so I could unhook my seat belt and slide closer to him. “I have two speeds: zero and maximum. But I can work on being averygood girl and creating a speed in between if you need me to.”
His low groan and whispered curse were my only warning before his hand slid into my hair and pulled me close.
Dakota’s mouth on mine was a revelation.
He unclicked his seat belt and crossed the short distance between us. At the first touch of his hands on my hips, I changed position so I could climb onto his lap and press myself against every inch of him, where he devoured me with barely restrained power.
I ground my hips against his, rocking desperately as I learned the way he moved. “How much of me do you want today?”
“How much do you want to give?”
My instincts wanted me to strip down and sprawl out, to stake my claim on the final member of this pack. “Everything.”
The gods were testing me. Intellectually I knew it was better to let her fully settle in before getting too involved, but physically? I was weak as fuck for this woman, for my omega. She wanted me and I was desperate for her. Was there an actual point in denying either of us?
I glanced down the road in each direction to ensure we would be alone for a while. Then I flipped her.
Riley was already wriggling out of her top where she was sprawled against the bench seating. I knew I was correct to get this style instead of bucket seats. Old-fashioned or not, it was proving very useful.
She had the advantage of being smaller and more agile in a confined space for getting out of her clothes. I wasn’t quite so lucky. She seemed willing to help me out and tugged my shirt off before I descended to reach her mouth. Riley arched into my touch, nimble fingers undoing my belt, button, and zipper while I tried not to drown in the veritable fog of floral sweetness filling the truck.
The timeline of everything might have been less than ideal, but the fact remained that Riley was a bonded member of my pack, my scent match, and she wantedme.
I’d continue helping her navigate her trauma over time. Right now was about primal indulgence, the craving of alpha and omega for each other.
I kissed her again, steeping myself in the aura of desire radiating from her.
Gods, she tasted so fucking good.
Her whimper against my lips was going to send me into a rut if we weren’t careful. “Wild little omega.”
She grinned, reaching into my underwear to stroke my cock. “I can be tamed in the right hands.”
I shuddered through her attention. “And what if I don’t want to tame you?”
“Then I guess you’ll just be in for a ride, won’t you?” She surged up, kissing me again and shoving her shorts off her hips. Riley rotated, getting on her hands and knees, bracing herself against the seat and the door.
I swept my hands over her ass, kneading the round cheeks. A quick dip between her thighs had my fingers coming awaydripping. “Fucking hell. Are we sure the suppressants are working?”
“They’re keeping my head clear and my pussy wet. They can’t stop my natural reaction to you.”
“Trade spots with me.”
